Boundless power gathered at a single point. It was not any kind of divine power, but the ultimate strength of a mortal, of "Clear Sky Douluo" Tang Hao-the pinnacle of his life, and his final act!
The Clear Sky Hammer in his hands, that pitch-black giant hammer bearing the power of nine rings, actually burst into blood-red flames!
"This blow..." Tang Hao's voice was hoarse, yet carried a resolve and dominance that pierced through the ages, resounding deep within everyone's soul. "...will speak for all injustice beneath heaven, and call a god to account!" He swung the final blow of his life.
There was no earthshaking spectacle to this blow. It even looked somewhat slow, yet it fused together a man's lifetime of love, hatred, regret, and pain. At the cost of his life and soul, it was his mightiest roar against this unjust fate, against the gods who stood so far above!
"BOOOOOM!!!!!" The blood-flame-wreathed Clear Sky Hammer fell toward Bibi Dong. In that instant, time seemed to stretch infinitely.
Dai Mubai and the others' hearts stopped. They seemed already to see the Rakshasa God falling apart beneath that ultimate strike, powerful enough to call a god to account!
Yet-there was no anticipated world-destroying crash, no roar of power tearing heaven and earth apart.
That Clear Sky Hammer, mighty enough to crush the ages, abruptly froze less than three inches from Bibi Dong's brow.
The blood-red flames flickered violently, as though an invisible hand had seized their throat, then vanished inch by inch.
That enormous hammer, bearing the simultaneous detonation of nine rings and the name "Clear Sky," simply hovered silently in the air, like ordinary iron stripped of all its spirit.
The spatial fissures behind it were healing. The wild waves of power it had stirred were subsiding.